Phaneron
I don't want to hear the so called human voices. Let the seas speak, let the storms be thrown away, sink in my seas of sen-si-bi-li-ty. Leave the pain leave the sun… leave the flowers be alone but never in this world. Never in this world. Let the seas speak. Never in this world. Let the storms sink. As everyday flowers open to each new day yet, only yet, I'm eager to see new sunsets. In the verge of the dawn of what I will never understand. In the verge of the night I feel so cold. Oh, so cold... (ecco la terra, ecco la meta (…) Non scrivo sulla sabbia, scrivo sull’acqua: sempre cadere nel vuoto, all’infinito come una freccia che si perde nell’abisso. O cara mamma le cose che ho visto qua… adesso, perché mi hai lasciato andare via così? …come gli occhi riflessi sull’acqua… …e le mie bellissime ferite fatti su ponti di città incredibili: posso guardare il mare, posso guardare il mare.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
I don´t want to hear the so called human voices. Let the seas speak, let the storms be thrown away, sink in my seas of sen-si-bi-li-ty. Leave the pain leave the sun… leave the flowers be alone but never in this world. Never in this world. Let the seas speak. Never in this world. Let the storms sink. As everyday flowers open to each new day yet, only yet, I'm eager to see new sunsets. In the verge of the dawn of what I will never understand. In the verge of the night I feel so cold. Oh, so cold... (ecco la terra, ecco la meta (…) Non scrivo sulla sabbia, scrivo sull’acqua: sempre cadere nel vuoto, all’infinito come una freccia che si perde nell’abisso. O cara mamma le cose che ho visto qua… adesso, perché mi hai lasciato andare via così? …come gli occhi riflessi sull’acqua… …e le mie bellissime ferite fatti su ponti di città incredibili: posso guardare il mare, posso guardare il mare. …ecco la terra: il mezzo di nostra vita in questa selva oscura…
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
A pendulum swinging beneath my flesh cuts through the veil of countless centuries. In an ocean of silence we're bound to drown; the black sands of time will bury us. A piece missing in this mechanism, destined to stop anytime, any time. Visions of waves slowing down. Wind slowing down, a faint caress lost in the abyss. Earth slowing down, a forsaken place left to decay. Hark the countdown! A muffled scream towards the void. Look deep inside, break these chains. A case of failed synchronicity, running aimlessly, yearning to disappear into the sun. If only I could hold... just for a minute. Find myself beyond memories, seas of time ahead of us. Hark the countdown! A muffled scream into the void.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
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Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
¿Con qué he de irme? Eternas flores y cantos. Llena de mí, reposa allí la carne de Dios. Ver afuera, con los ojos de mi sangre, mi muerte sin fin; entre sueños, más allá de la memoria, un mar carmesí. Siento las corrientes en mi consciencia derramada; miles de fantasmas en la sombra del alma. Ser cual la luz, viva por sí misma. Ser como el agua del río, fluye por sí misma. La materia, con sus formas reflejadas en mi piel y en mis huesos, se desborda en este páramo de espejos. Un instante, una vida. Rotos los cristales de la imagen propia, trascienden, tras las nubes, diáfanas palabras. Ser cual la luz, olas del pasado. Ser como el agua del río, venas de la Tierra. En el albor de mi lustre oscuridad, cae un alud sobre mi lucidez. He de morir en ignea soledad, nada más que un trémulo silencio. Ir al final del encuentro con la nada, el amor y el sufrir y distancias infinitas. Ya probada la savia, se dispersa toda gravedad interior; dentro de mí, reposa allí la infante destrucción. Universos de renacer. Voy nadando en aguas de un ajeno fulgor, y al navegar no miro atrás: soy el mar, y las olas que azotan mi cuerpo se han de llevar todo. Gélidas voces de las montañas y el viento nos dan su canción: Vasto tiempo. Desde mis ojos insomnes mi muerte me acecha, me persigue, me enamora con su ojo indolente, me devora.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
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Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
The emptying of an elder soul, torn apart by endless aeons, has set this life to roam the depths of despair, and find its way to rejoin the darkness. Behold the barren lands! A pair of hands holding nothing. A tongue that speaks no words - it screams in pain. This ineffable fate of senses unbeknownst, now embedded in our cells, draws us close to the abyss. Carrying the weight, lying in wait for a voice I cannot hear. Father, I renounce to this body! A feast for the worms. Quench my thirst, take my spirit in thy hands. Show me there is nothing. We're but a vessel for a chasm, unsurpassable, devoid of light. On my way of sorrows, I bleed to death, seized by doubt, tainted by fear, abandoned by all earthly or divine. All mine are yours, and yours are mine. I am no longer in this world. I walk along the valley, alone, afraid I reach out and above and silence reigns; there is no answer but a deep, dark void - nothingness. Feed me to the shallow Earth, bring me the end, the final gate. I long to see the skies turn black over my head and embrace the night everlasting.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
Hidden beyond all human gaze, separate from this Earth, I am become but a ghost, only visible in a different light; but the shadows devour, tearing apart everything that I've known; left to decay. In the depths of this carnal grave, I shall dwell in dire grief. When the night makes her way inside, I will embrace her long stay. Hidden beyond all human gaze. Lost in despair, devoid of faith, I seek for solace in the vastness of myself. In the mist I walk, lonely as the moon. My words mean nothing: only I can hear. Oh, the wind in the trees sings in mourning; tides of woe fill my eyes as I march towards my tomb. The weight of this mask has left me faceless and void. Who is it I see? Just a pale corpse. I will die in the shade of my own company; deep within, I look for the flame, even if I shall burn... but the shadows remain, tearing apart everything that I've known; left to decay. I yearn for a place where the flowers abound and my body may decompose; when I've turned to dust, buried by the years, I will find my true self.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026